alias was Morph cuz she was never true to form and
always outta line.
motto was 'fuck the box',
it binds.
i walk backwards into time and move forward on rewind.
i.like.my.art .abstract.
Kadinsky:Ordered Compression.
116x89

Music: vernacular of the soul

Monday, March 8, 2010

she had no tears left to relinquish for sanity's sakeno anguished screams to exchange for a night's peaceslowly stepped over into abyss lost to the world, she smilesHere nothing exists to remind her of himor what he didand what she was

pregnant with pauses (or some variation of that)is gonna be a series of bootleg writings to get me out of this writers block rutThey probably wont be complete or very goodbut i gotta start somewhere

wish me luck

ps:hair post goes up when i find my camWill probably weave it up tuesday and continue this damn weave as protective style challenge

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I call my supervisor "fake llcoolj green mile lookin motherfuckin hoe"(To be fairhe is always lickin his lips when he's talkin to the ladies and he is a husky 6'5")or "Shug"when im bein lazy (Shug as in Shug Avery not Knight cuz he likes to dress in drag on the weekends...okay maybe he doesnt do that but i tell him he should)

my coworker, an old bag who is always inappropriate but who i cant get mad at cuz he's old as hell n funny with his skeezy old man routine,"project hoe"This old bag has almost no standardsHe said so himselfif its walkin n looks like it could have been female at any point in time, he'll stick his dick in it(I made him promise me tomorrow that he'll do one of his pole dances while on the train ride from work.Did i mention that he used to be a stripper back in his heyday. I think he told me his stage name was "SMOKE") ILL GET VIDEO N POST IT IF HE DOES

my other coworker, This thick jewish girl who wears tight pants all the time. "yeast infection skank or skankasaur" dependin on the dayshe tells mad innapropriate but hilariously funny stories about her sex life Usually starts off with "Wanna hear somethin funny"She pretends to get bashful for about two seconds after which she proceeds to tell me about the time she broke her boyfriend's dickor the time when she was twenty and she went to a hotel with some entertainment lawyer and some 35 year old woman that picked her up in the barShe's great at parties by the way

This older British guy i call my husband unless he's gettin on my nerves at which point he's "the baby daddy who im threatenin to divorce and kidnap our kids and live off the grid somewhere he'll never track us down" i try not to get mad at him too often cuz that shit is a mouthful. He's this painfully thin British dude who loves horror films and can be quite patronizin and rude at times. That's why i love his sarcastic flat ass. doesnt hurt that he calls me "farmer slut" either (don't ask)

I.M.PERFECT

i've always maintained that ive been insane since before i even descended upon this terrestrial plane.
barreling head first from that celestial plane.
sinister grin on my face as i made my way to life's rugged terrain, cuz i was a thrill seeker.
before I
even knew my own name.
never heard of someone growing more sane, so everyday i know i grow more deranged.
condition?
rapidly deterioratiating like a case of alzheimers to the brain.
'don't know my own name' be my constant refrain like im in limbo.
and tho im nimble, tired of bending over backwards under that friggin stick, then under the knife
cuz anyway u slice it folk say i just aint right and that must be the reason i'm always left behind.
or maybe i'm just evolutionary theory come to life.
unsuspend you from that Matrix,
bring u forth into the light.
inverse then reverse it so it's
night of the living dead turned to life dying of the day from day of the dying life.
they say true genius is insanity.
so i say fuck normality.
take my art to bed,
make love to the the lune in me.
embrace the demented,
get off to the moon in me.
flash the maniac
and
dance to the tune in me.